tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post1386227567238488194..comments2024-03-24T21:46:01.457-05:00Comments on Forgotten Old Photos: Photo Number1088Far Side of Fiftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-49892867440840049142013-01-19T00:12:50.892-06:002013-01-19T00:12:50.892-06:00Hi Doug, You can find my email off to the left ..c...Hi Doug, You can find my email off to the left ..click near the yellow flower, it is in my profile. I am happy to mail you the photo, please send your address in an email. :)Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-66332888414653142162013-01-18T09:07:21.437-06:002013-01-18T09:07:21.437-06:00That picture is me. Wow. What a long time ago tha...That picture is me. Wow. What a long time ago that was. I am sure I was about 2 or 3 years old at the time and I am turning 60 this year. I love to go to antigue stores so now I know that I have entered that era. (-; DougAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-12295485190414820842012-12-27T07:48:34.076-06:002012-12-27T07:48:34.076-06:00The picture of the little fellow reminds me of my ...The picture of the little fellow reminds me of my childhood days, I remember my brothers having snowsuits similar to this one. Season's Greetings!Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06015301472659256675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-23724600367112907972012-12-27T01:07:10.607-06:002012-12-27T01:07:10.607-06:00What a perky chap! Doesn't seem to mind the sn...What a perky chap! Doesn't seem to mind the snow suit. Thinking of snow suits always reminds me of that movie, <i>A Christmas Story</i>. And that makes me want to laugh...Jacqi Stevenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03471698670217119444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-54118337929883218142012-12-26T14:12:46.013-06:002012-12-26T14:12:46.013-06:00It could be Douglas...since he was an only child. ...It could be Douglas...since he was an only child. The card could be from The Lowell Dally's and the Warren Corcoran's together. Douglas being Lowell and Eunices son and The Warren Corcoran's grandson. Possibly taken at the Warren Corcorans home place.<br />Good find on the obit! :) Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-33304256124905636892012-12-26T13:58:12.617-06:002012-12-26T13:58:12.617-06:00I'm nearly sure it is Lowell Dally.
This obit...I'm nearly sure it is Lowell Dally.<br /><br />This obit doesn't seem to fit right (round post and square hole)... <br /><br />http://www.funeralplan.com/obits/view.html?action=view&id=55072<br /><br />...but it teases me.Intense Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08441598926026727682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-86718648744050841382012-12-26T13:47:19.671-06:002012-12-26T13:47:19.671-06:00Such a wonderful smile - it is so heart-warming it...Such a wonderful smile - it is so heart-warming it is nearly heart-breaking.<br /><br />I wonder if Lowell was sledding on the nifty hill at Mr. Corcoran's place? And if the sled was a Christmas present from Santa that was keenly hoped for for months?Intense Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08441598926026727682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-88075338195958201312012-12-26T06:18:23.089-06:002012-12-26T06:18:23.089-06:00Sledding outings usually meant there was fresh sno...Sledding outings usually meant there was fresh snow on the ground. Therefore, during our outings, if our dads weren't already at work they were shoveling snow [from the driveways, walks and roofs] and not just on their own properties but at the homes of widows in the neighborhood. And there always seemed to be someone with a stuck car to be dug out. Shoveling snow simply was the gentlemanly thing to do. I grew up in a typical suburban neighborhood during the Roosevelt, Truman and Eisenhower years, and during that era I rarely saw an adult female shoveling snow. A female shoveling snow generally meant her man was shirking his manly responsibility so the man of the house usually was out shoveling as early as possible. There seemed to always be a competition among the neighborhood men to see who could finish his shoveling first. So our hard-working dads with their aching backs deserved to be saints, too.Virginianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-61244284873265702692012-12-26T04:57:46.647-06:002012-12-26T04:57:46.647-06:00That's a cute photo!That's a cute photo! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320880361203053560.post-27812864931831320082012-12-26T04:45:48.145-06:002012-12-26T04:45:48.145-06:00This circa-1960[?] photo card surely brings back a...This circa-1960[?] photo card surely brings back a lot of bittersweet childhood memories. Most of the "fun in the snow" seemed to be in the anticipation of the said "fun" since frozen fingers and toes often shortened the sledding outings. And, depending upon snow conditions, sometimes the sleds worked and sometimes they didn't. So often, mostly on warmer days, one just sat on the sled that was firmly stuck in place in sticky snow. Yet, if it was a colder day so that the snow wasn't sticky, well, that meant frozen fingers and toes would soon painfully end the outing.<br /><br />My thoughts of childhood activities in the snow often turn to our moms who didn't experience much of the "fun" but instead had to spend enormous amounts of time finding all of the gear [snowsuits, boots, woolen socks, stocking caps, scarfs, mittens, etc.]; putting the said gear onto us and afterwards reversing the process -- but with the gear all cold and wet. The frozen, metal boot buckles were a pain and the thoroughly soaked hand-knit mittens usually ended up in front of furnace registers for many hours. Every mom back then deserved sainthood!The Colonelnoreply@blogger.com